“We are the red and black of the earth, an ultramarine of worn-out sandals, the pollen and the dust in tonight’s wind.
One of us, speaking for all, said: ‘You will not get rid of me. Fine, I die — but in three days I rise again and return.”

Inhuman Borders, inspired by Erri De Luca’s text “Solo Andata”, is a physical prayer, a denunciation, a stark and stripped-down portrait of our society.
It is a civic call, a painful reflection on the loss of belonging.>

A group of migrants without identity touch the emotional states of fear, loss, blinded ego, and the relentless encounter with danger.
It becomes a magnifying lens on a tormented journey, returning bodies devoid of homeland in a narrative that unfolds as a contemporary odyssey.

No pretence. It is what still happens today.